🇬🇧 English I'll enter quietly, stepping into the silence, careful not to wake the sleeping breath of dawn. Beyond the window, the restless world rushes on, where yesterday has already become the past. Time teaches us about parting, and let it draw its circles upon the water with sorrow. But you and I have chosen a strength no one can break. Not the race of minutes across the clock face, nor the falling leaves of old forgotten dramas, But only the light given to us from above, standing against the cold winds and passing years. We don't need grand declarations reaching to the sky For one heart to understand another. It's enough that a quiet light returns Where hope had almost disappeared. Light doesn't fall from heaven. It is born within. Where two souls silently kindle their lanterns. Take my hand, not to hold me back, But simply to breathe beside me in the silence. And while the dawn touches the leaves, I know this light... is us. And if the roofs of earthly kingdoms should collapse, Where once we breathed together as one, We won't mourn those passing losses, For they were neither stone nor dream. They were the sacred mystery of a single moment That lit a holy fire between our hearts. When one softly whispers, "I'm with you," The other gently falls into your open hand. And over the quiet earth A silent answer echoes: "I've come home." We don't need grand declarations reaching to the sky For one heart to understand another. It's enough that a quiet light returns Where hope had almost disappeared. Light doesn't fall from heaven. It is born within. Where two souls silently kindle their lanterns. Take my hand, not to hold me back, But simply to breathe beside me in the silence. The hungry noise of the world will fade away, Retreating forever into darkness. We'll become quieter than the wind, deeper than the blue waters, Trusting only the coming dawn. We won't ask fate How many days remain for us to walk. As long as love leads from within our souls, We'll never lose this path. Light doesn't fall from heaven... It is born within. Where you whisper, "I'm with you," And I answer, "I've come home." Without words. Forever.


